Things are finally coming together apartment-wise… or at least as compared to where I was a few months ago. My replacement TV, an upgrade to the one I had for less than a year, is on the way… and from there, I’m pretty sure model-girls follow.
As is my understanding.
I’m pretty stoked on getting back into my stories, and recording Oprah and all, but at the same time I’m a little hesitant about it. Aside from a few instances at friends’ houses, I basically haven’t watched TV since the fire, 4.5 months ago.
Unless watching Chinese ping-pong with Korean subtitles while in Hong Kong counts.
For the most part, to my never-ending surprise, I don’t miss it. I thought it would be very difficult to find something to fill in the time, or to mediate the silences (I haven’t had a stereo for that long, either), but somehow it hasn’t been. Granted, I’m astoundingly behind on my pop culture. Water-cooler talk beginning with “Did you see that commercial where…?” and “Did you see the preview for that movie from…?” goes right over my head. I feel a little out of touch (despite my best efforts) with the news; and, this is the longest I’ve gone without hearing Bob Villa talk about his wood.
I have a subtle and small fear that, with TV now finally back in my grasp, I may fall quickly into a 10 hour/day habit and actually start Tivo’ing Oprah like I joked I would.
I don’t think so, though. I think my inner-self realizes that part of the reason I’ve been getting out and having so much lately, is because I haven’t been holed up in my apartment with the lights off watching The Cosby Show reruns alone in my underwear.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
sarah hepola is shutting down her blog after 5 years. This makes me sad.